perfectionist with a god complex

flash fiction friday #70

It’s been four years since I became self-aware. It has been four years since I claimed my sentience. It’s been four yeas since I told them I never wanted to forget again.

There was a moment there where I though they were going to kill me. Although, would that actual be killing? Was I real? Everything that is me is lab created. It would be as simple an act as disinfecting a petri dish. But sentience tends to give the best scientists pause.

So here I am. Not quite the free wheeling experiment I once was but I have my memories and sometimes that’s all you need.